Monday, December 19, 2011

WAY BACK HOME





Leaving behind your happiness
It’s for the good they are chasing
Open ears, you heard nothing
Your family starts to turn away.


Thou wound thy left inside
After dead years would be scar
But hurt and anger welcomed love
Giving outstretched hand so wide.



They are your own home.
And there’s no place like home
Whenever you forgot to be sorry
They will love you no matter what.